He was the only one bold enough to touch her this way and the only one who calls her Cariana.
Peter.
Slowly, he took the glass of drink from her hand while she was still in the trance he had put her in. He showed his face to her and just as Cari had imagined earlier, he was frowning displeasedly at her.
He has arrived at the club a long time ago to party just like everyone else. He had the aim of having a nice time here before he returns to the packhouse later in the future, but when he saw a long dark red hair and round, curvy backside, he knew it was Cari immediately and his aim of having fun got ruined at that moment.
He couldn't concentrate on any other thing, just her. The oddness she pissees as a human was drawing him to her, pushing him to appear at her front but he had to control his urges.
All he could do was watch her from where he stood with few other rich men upstairs without anyone noticing what he was doing.
